"Denahi Lagina." Denahi tried the name out on his tongue for the hundredth time. He said it with pride, loving the way the names sounded together in his deep, scratchy voice. Denahi Inuksuk was the name he had gone by for his whole life up until a month ago. It was then his parents had told him of his true past and his true name. He was a Lagina and his mother had given him up at birth. He knew nothing about her or her family, nothing about his true lineage.
As a boy, Denahi had always taken an interest in his parents' heritage, believing that it was his heritage too. His mother, Fleur, was french and knew the language as well as she knew her own name. She had tried to teach him and he had tried to learn, but it turned out that he was a better fighter than a memorizer and he was only able to remember a few words and phrases. His father was a descendant of a very different culture: he was Inuit and his line extended back for more years than Denahi could count. Denahi was proud to have such a colorful past and treasured every bit of it that his parents shared with him.
What a surprise to find out that none of it was ever truly his. His past was a mystery. One that he intended to solve, despite all odds.
The scent of a pack border disrupted Denahi's musings. Well, it was time to talk to another alpha. He had spoken to three different alphas since he left Ender's Edge and now he would speak to a fourth. Who knew how long it would take to stumble upon a pack that knew of the name Lagina. It could take many more months, or perhaps it was right around the corner. Tilting his large grey head back and closing his silvery eyes, Denahi howled loudly, calling for someone to meet him at the borders.
"speech"